Chapter 12

Keith Jackson, Molly Callahan's devoted fiance, was also on his lunch hour, and a strange thing was about to happen to the tall, handsome guy.

He had gone to a tavern for a beer and a sandwich and, finding a young couple that he knew from work, Annie and Clyde Tucker, he had joined them at their table. The tavern was dimly lit and a jukebox was playing. When Keith had finished his sandwich, Annie asked if he wanted to dance. He glanced at her husband, who nodded agreeably, and Keith and Annie went out to the space towards the back of the room that served as a dance floor.

Annie Tucker was a tawny-haired beauty with big tits and a pelvis that seemed to have been constructed as a fucking platform.

She was wearing a very short skirt and a sweater so tight that her nipples seemed about to burst right through the stretched fabric.

They began to slow dance and she ground her groin against his and naturally Keith began to get a big hard-on. He knew that she could feel it pressing into her gently rounded belly, but she didn't seem to mind. She smiled and ground more sensually against the stiff prick.

Keith was embarrassed because her husband was there, watching them from the table, but Annie paid no attention to him as she brazenly wriggled and squirmed, thrusting her hips out and swinging her lovely ass in a slow spiral, driving Keith crazy with desire.

It was shadowy at the back of the room and he hoped that Clyde couldn't see how they were dry humping.

Keith had both arms around her hips, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass. He was suddenly surprised to feel her hands groping at his groin. He gasped and the zipper of his fly rasped as she opened his pants.

She reached in and hauled out his cock and balls in one enormous handful.

"Jeez, Annie, your husband will see!" Keith groaned as she rubbed his naked prick against her tummy.

"Shhhhh!" sue breathed in his ear.

"If you do that, I'm gonna shoot all over your skirt," he warned as the naughty woman gave his stiff prick a squeezing stroke.

"No you won't!" She giggled.

And, to his further amazement, Annie rose onto her toes and lifted the front of her short skirt up. His cockhead pressed into a naked cunt-bush and he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties.

Then she levered his cock in between her legs and into her steamy cunt.

Her loins slid down and Keith found that his cock was buried balls-deep in her pussy. They were still slowly dancing to the music and now there was a rushing in his ears and a pounding in his bloodstream. A sexual symphony raged through his body.

They were fucking on the dance floor, in public, with her husband watching from the table! Keith spun her so that Annie's back was towards Clyde, figuring that was the best way to hide the coupling.

They churned together in this wanton waltz, doing a grinding gavotte. Keith kneaded the cheeks of her ass, and she began to slide up and down, rising on her toes, then dropping back to her heels. Her pussy was pulling up and down on his prick.

Clyde was staring intently and his eyes seemed to be glowing. When he raised his glass to drink he missed his mouth and spilled beer down his chin. He was concentrating totally on watching his wife dance.

Jeez - does he know? Keith wondered.

They swirled and spun, stepping awkwardly, hardly dancing to the beat at all now. Keith shagged into her, throwing a knee-trembler up into her fuck-hole.

She clung to his broad shoulders and her lips nuzzled his ear.

"Cum in me!" she begged. "Jizz me before the fucking music stops!"

Keith began to hump faster, lifting her loins as his cock pounded up her cunt. She was creaming off and juice was running down the insides of her legs. The floor was getting slippery at their feet.

Suddenly, Clyde got up from the table.

Keith felt a surge of panic, missing a stroke. But Clyde had only gone over to put another coin in the jukebox. Then he returned to the table. With another tune to turn to, they carried on their dance of desire.

Keith was openly feeling her ass and hauling her haunches up and down now, lost to lust. His cock was humming like a tuning fork in her fuck-hole.

She whined and whimpered at his ear as her pussy kept melting on his prick.

His balls blew and a foaming rocket of jizz shot up into Annie's pussy. She gurgled with glee as his virile prick spilled it out in spurt after spurt. Cunt-cum and fuck-juice filled her and spilled out, turning her meaty thighs to a slide of slippery oil.

Keith slogged into her and drained off. His prick began to diminish. They continued to simulate a dance as his cock came sliding from her cunt and drooped down, as if his prick were hanging its head in shame.

Smiling with a well-fucked glow, Annie reached down and skillfully skimmed the slime from his prick. Then she tucked it back in his fly and zipped him up.

It was just in time.

Clyde walked over and tapped Keith on the shoulder. Keith flinched in guilty reaction. But Clyde was only cutting in to dance with his wife.

"Annie's a great dancer, huh?" Clyde said.

"Errrr - yeah. Swell," Keith muttered as he stepped back and the girl moved into her husband's arms.

Man and wife began to dance cheek to cheek. She was softly whispering into his ear, but Keith couldn't hear what she was saying. He wasn't sure if Clyde realized what they had done on the dance floor or not.

But, if he did, he evidently didn't mind.

What a weird sort of marriage, Keith thought.

After he was married to Molly Callahan, he sure wasn't going to let her fool around.

He returned to the table, but didn't stay. He didn't want to have to face Clyde and, too, Keith, being a faithful fellow, was ashamed at having fucked another lady while he was engaged to Molly.

He left while Annie and Clyde were still dancing - and maybe fucking, as well.

And since he still had lots of time left before he had to return to work, and since he knew that his lovely fiancee was free at the moment, Keith decided to drive over to the school and tell Molly how much he adored her, to sort of atone for his transgression.

Keith was in for a big surprise.

He parked outside the school and went in, heading for Molly's classroom. But as he came down the corridor, he encountered a curious sight. A nubile red-headed student and the auburn-haired librarian were standing hip to hip in the doorway to Molly's classroom. They had their arms around one another in a very affectionate fashion and they were staring into the room, very obviously fascinated by whatever it was they were watching.

What the fuck? he wondered.

He saw the redhead slip her hand up under the librarian's skirt and play with her pussy.

Holy shit! Lesbians! he thought.

It intrigued him and it turned him on a lot. But it puzzled the shit out of him, too. If a couple sexy girls wanted to dyke each other, it was fine with Keith - but why in hell were they cuddling in the doorway to his fiancee's classroom?

What were they looking at?

He decided to watch the deviates an discover the truth of this strange situation.

He was standing in the hallway, in plain sight, and they would have seen him if they had looked around. But Gloria and Miss Thompson were both much too thrilled by what they were watching to pay attention to anything else.

It was quite a show.